All alone

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This will eventually be tied into my short story Jumping Ship to a New World. Lone young man on a strange world. Not sure if he is the last human left he relives how he ended up alone and going material.

Submitted: May 14, 2016

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All alone

 

Not a soul for 7 years had I seen.  Insanity is my bff, worst enemy, best friend and every other type of personality stand in I needed to keep my mind from breaking and turning into a drooling comatose nut job. Every night I dream about the night we fled New Manhattan.  Our small settlement on New Manhattan was overrun and destroyed by the natives.  We held onto our superior complex until the point of near annihilation.  Our rapidly built rafts were barely put together when a massive hoard of gazelles and bruisers flooded our island intent on exterminating the alien invaders that had made a foothold in their world.  I would say only half of the rafts got out to sea and of those half only half of those were able to get away without being swarmed by the murderous native herbivores.  I relive that terrible night In every dream every night.  The screaming and crying.  While the woman were trying to sail our raft away I remember myself and the rest of the men killing creature after creature.  With each creature I dispatched it seemed like two more would take its place trying to scurry up onto our raft.  Back then I was in perfect shape tempered by being in the army since puberty.  Every stroke of my worn machete severed one life after another I was a master in my prime.  All night I killed.  Until I was the last professional soldier on my raft.  The rest had been snagged and pulled in and drowned.  The woman, old, and even the children did their best to fight with me to keep our boat from being over run.  So many that should have never fought were drug of the boat.  After an eternity the horde that followed us innumerable as they were could not outlast the limits of their individual bodies and like a switch they stopped following us and drowned as a whole.

All that was left were the toddlers and small children plus a crippled woman who had broke her back years ago.  Somehow despite her damaged body she had stayed at the tiller keeping our boat following the rest of the escape fleet.  At this point I can not even pick up my arm as the adrenaline drains out of my body and exhaustion drops me to the deck.  With tears running down her cheek she is  thanking god for me and saving the children.  With that I wake up screaming every morning.  The worst part is even though I am awake her crying echoes into my awake world and almost drives me insane every morning until it fades.  The rest of the disaster usually doesn’t make the cut into my nightmares but they are burnt sharply into my mind.  After all that we had went through our fleet of desperate survivors collected us and grouped our resources into the most seaworthy boats.  The poor paralysed woman had somehow drug herself off the boat carrying something heavy killing herself in the middle of the night.  Rather living the rest of her life with the memory of her husband and 5 children getting drug off our raft as we tried to make our escape was more than any human could have endured.  Her tearstreaked face always haunts my dreams.  

After several days at sea we were heading to a group of large sized islands in the middle of the ocean.  The native species had never reached it so we should have been safe.  We weren’t.  On the seventh day of sailing we ran into a hurricane.  The hurricane was a horror in itself.  The pitch black interrupted by blinks of light as bolts of lightning streaked across the sky.  I was on the side of our boat tying down a line when the beam attached to the storm sail broke free dragging me high into the sky.  That was the last night I saw a human soul.  Thankfully my journey skipping over the ocean did not last long and I was blown onto a small island where I was able to find shelter.  And on the island I stayed for the next 7 years.  If they were alive there is no way they could know I was alive.  I was another casualty to the list of people taken by this increasingly hostile environment.  

So here I am in my own built makeshift raft trying to sail back to New Manhattan to face my fate.  Anything but the silence and my nightmares.  Maybe they will let me live.  Maybe they will kill me at sight.  At least I will see where I was born and raised one last time.  

I am going West knowing it doesn’t have to be exact.  Due West all the time.  I drop my sails and drift when I need to sleep, which isn’t enough I hate sleeping.  In those long hours with my mind left to wonder I contemplate where we as a species on the alien world went wrong.  When our massive world ship entered this world from a different dimension it was a brand new shiny world to tame and make our own.  The 30,000 plus young settlers found an Island in the mouth of a river in a temperate environment.  They named in New Manhattan because it literally was almost identical to Manhattan in the world we came from.  After unloading the ship with all our supplies and our temporary shelters built my parents watched the massive submarine disappear into the horizon.  The next day their was a small tsunami signaling that the massive vessel had slipped beneath the waves and went back to our dimension.  

Despite all the physical similarities there were a lot of differences in the Flora and Fauna.  There were many small animals and birds but there were only 2 large mammalian species.  We called them Gazelles and buffalo.  Later the Buffalo would be called bruisers.  They were very similar to their namesake.  There were no apex predators.  How the large herbivores maintained a healthy population without predators keeping the population in check?  A couple of the professional scientist should have caught that major flaw in our new world but they just like everybody else was in a mad rush to build a modern world in this empty wilderness.  Building houses roads, houses, schools, electrical distribution grid and turning them into modern towns in a world of untapped natural resources was .  It was a mad dash of building, it was what we would later call the golden age.  It was short lived.  With everybody building almost all our calorie intake was provided by the 2 large herbivores that originally roamed around without fear.  At first they just ran.  Then they abandoned our island to get away from us.  So some of us became hunters and followed the herds onto the mainland.  So they went farther and farther to stay away from our hunters.  After some time it became inefficient to hunt and transport the meat so far so the hunters decided to be ranchers.  So they captured and brought them to newly built ranches on our island.  They turned out to be incredibly intelligent and hard to catch and even harder to keep from escaping.  The ranchers resorted to ever increasing inhumane ways to keep the animals captive.  Yet the ranchers still couldn’t get the ranches to work.  The animals refused to breed in captivity.  Keeping everyone fed was becoming a very real problem.  And then their was a violent coordinated interspecies break out.  The docile animals as a whole became violent and attacked and killed anybody in the way.  They worked together and as a whole.  It was on that day the golden age ended and the everything went to crap.  

 


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